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From ye Marble City Press 

THE TUTTLE COMPANY 

Printers of Vermont its Resources and Opportunities 

Vermont Historical Reader, Conant and Stone's \'ermont 

Rutland, Vt. 



THE 

Lure of Vermont s 
Silent Places 

'The Green Mountains" 

By 
RODERIC MARBLE OLZENDAM 




Issued by 

The Vermont Bureau of Publicity, Office of Secretary of State, 

Essex Junction, Vermont 



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FOREWORD . 

'HIS hook is issued for tlie purpose of ac- 
quaintiug the public with the beauty and 

II charm, the rest and recreation, to be found 

if in the Green Mountains of Vermont. 

jl In a(hlition to this book any of the following 

ll publications will be sent on application: 

Ij " Vermont Farms," an illustrated book setting 

11 forth in detail the agricultural resources and 

II opportunities of the state. 

If ''Industrial Vermont/ ' a book describing the 

ft mineral, manufacturing and water power re- 

i[ sources of the state. 

II "Where to Stop When in Vermont," a directory 

11 of hotels and boarding houses. 

II A road map of Vermont, issued under the 

II supervision of Hon. Stoddard B. Bates, State 

Ij Highway Commissioner. 

if The autoni()l)ile laws of Vermont. 

II A pocket edition of Vermont fish and game 

jl laws, prepared under the supervision of Hon. 

II John W. Titcomb, State Fish and Game Coni- 

Ij missioner. 

II Special information will be furnished gladly 

If upon request. 

ll All inquiries should be addressed to 

It Guy W. Bailey, Secretary oj State, 

II Publicity Department. 

11 Essex Junction, Vt. 



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^i IBpUpUP in the wonder of the out-of-doors, in the 
^ inspiration of the stars, and in the allurements of life 
in the open. 

31 IBpltPUP in the strength of the hills, in the 
silence of the night, and in the music of the birds and 
trees. 

31 IBflirUP, also, that my body was made for 
action, that my mind was made for thinking, and that 
my heart was made for loving in unison with the life 
in nature. 

31 ISpUpUP that to laugh and sing, to swim and 
walk, to study and play, to eat and be happy, to be 
kind and free, to grow strong and good, is my God- 
given right. 

31 IBpUpUP too, that to be happy I must be good, 
that to be worthy I must be kind, that to be loved I 
must think love. 

31 iBpliPUP that God is as near as man, that I can 
hear Him in the brooks and pines, and that happiness 
and lasting peace are mine, as I live in the atmosphere 
of kindness so near me in the life of the open world. 

Rudolph Carl Stoll 



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WHERE ten thousand hills push skyward their shaggy, 
wooded crests; where a hundred rock-crowned peaks 
mount up like breakers on a wind-swept sea; where echo 
answers echo and sparkling lakes reflect the sun; where 
deer browse lazily in verdant upland pastures; where the 
she-bear rears her cub in the depths of virgin forests; 
where countless brooks and rivers hide the shy and wily 
trout; where all Nature seems a-calling; there, there you'll 
find the Silent Places of Vermont. 




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'^ If thou art worn and hard beset 
With sorrows that thou wouldst forget, 
If thou wouldst read a lesson that will keep 
Thy heart from fainting and thy soul frorn sleep, 
Go to the woods and hills. No tears 
Dim the sweet look that Nature ivears.'" 



The Silent Places 

The part played by the mountains and hills of Vermont 
in the vividly romantic history that crowns her bygone 
years is truly a leading one. It was inevitable and natural 
that "the high, far hills" should have been so prominent 
in the life of the state, for since history began, ever\" new- 
born babe in Vermont has opened its eyes upon the eternal 
hills. Lulled to sleep at nightfall by the sighing of the 
wind as it sweeps from hill to hill and from valley to gorge; 
awakened in the morning by the songs of myriad birds as 
they circle from crag to crag; playing through the long 
cool days of summer in the sheltering shadow of some 
green hill or mountain, countless generations of Vermonters 
have grown to maturity with the Spirit of the Mountains 
so instilled within their hearts, that, whether laboring at 
home, or enriching the life of other states, the people of 
this commonwealth have ever exemplified the true spirit 
of Vermont's Silent Places. 

The mountains and hills of Vermont have stood and 
still stand for that ruggedness of life, that sturdy manhood 
and womanhood, that wholesome strength of character so 
typical of the true Vermonter. Thoroughly appreciative, 
but not demonstrative, loyal to native state and yet beyond 
all question true Americans, conservatively and sanely pro- 
gressive in industry and government, her people always 

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have remained solidly true to the great principles which 
mountains forever have represented and which make a 
nation clean and true and full of vigor. 

No large cities have sprung up with their attendant 
evils and advantages. Life in Vermont is true country 
life, more so than in any other Eastern state. There are 
no grimy cities where hearthstones are cold and 
tables bare, where 
poverty brings 
misery and crime 
rages r a m p ant. 
Most of Vermont 
life is farm-life, 
mountain and vil- 
lage life, where the 
home is a very ha- 
ven from which 
able men and wo- 
men go forth well 
equipped for the 
problems of the 
twentieth century. 
To-day Vermont is 
one of the few re- 
maining places in 
New England where 
the ideals of our 
forefathers have a 
chance to be nur- 
tured and brought 
to a full realiza- 
tion. 




WOODSTOCK 

"Out to old Aunt Mary's" 



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RANDOLPH 

"He made (he East and made the West, 
Amid the hills set sunny vales" 



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" They have cradled you in custom, 
They have primed you with their preaching. 
They have soaked you in convention through and through; 
They have put you in a show case; 
You're a credit to their teaching — 
But can't you hear the Wild? — 

It's calling you. 
Let us probe the Silent Places, 
Let us seek what luck betide us, 
Let us journey to a lovely land I knoiv. 
There's a whisper in the night-wind, 
There's a star agleam to guide us. 
And the Wild is calling, calling, 

Let us go." 

The state of Vermont lias flung wide open the gateways 
of her Silent Places. She wants her friends in other states 
to come within her borders, that they too may enjoy the 
health of mind and strength of body to be gained in summer 
and winter from association with and friendship for her ever- 
lasting hills. She ofl^ers nothing pretentious. Her ways are the 
ways of simplicity yet sincere cordiality. The pages which 
follow will tell of the Lure of her Silent Places, the charms 
for the mountain climber, the angler, and the Nature lover. 

" . . . the stars throng and in their glory 
They sing of the God in man, 
They tell of the Mighty Master 
And the loom His fingers span. 
Where a star or a soul is a part of a whole. 
And weft in the wondrous plan. 
There in the camp fire's flicker, 
Deep in my blanket curled, 
I long for the peace of the pine gloom. 
Where the scroll of the Lord is unfurled. 
And the wind and the wave are silent, 
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The Green Mountain Club 

The people of Vermont always have been interested in 
the Green Mountains, hut only a comparative few ever 
have journeyed to the summits of any of the higher peaks. 
Early Vermonters were concerned with clearing away the 
forests that they might build homes and grow crops. 
They did not have time for cutting trails to the mountain 
tops, even had they the desire. 

The higher mountains have had trails to their summits 
for many years, but it is only recently that there has been 
any widespread interest in mountain climbing in Vermont. 

In 1910 a group of enthusiasts, under the leadership of 
James P. Taylor, organized the Green Mountain Club to 
arouse interest in mountain climbing among Vermonters 
and to make the Green Mountains accessible that people 
from other states might become acquainted with Ver- 
monters and that together they might enjoy the freedom 
of the hills. 

For a definite object the Club decided to build "The 
Long Trail," a mountain pathway along the Green Moun- 
tain range from Massachusetts to Canada. The main 
trail is to be supplemented by branch trails leading to 
the summits of all the higher peaks. To accomplish the 
task of constructing the trail the state was divided into 
sections, each section having in charge the building and 
maintenance in its own vicinity. It has been a problem 
to arouse the latent interest in mountain climbing, but 
each year more and more people are finding their way 
back into the hills, and the ''Long Trail," once but a dream, 
is slowly extending from one end of the state to the other. 

Constructive work is under the direction of a committee 
composed of club members, with State Forester Hawes of 
Vermont as chairman. Without the co-operation of the 

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Forestry Department it would have been impossible to 
build as much of this pathway as already is completed. 
Trails will aid very materially in the protection of the 
forests from fires 
as they furnish an 
entrance into the 
fastnesses over which 
fire -fighting apparatus 
may be transported. 
Trails are being con- 
structed just as rapidly 
and thoroughly as 
funds are available. 
The Club plans to 
build well wherever it 
builds ; to equip all trails 
with adequate shelter- 
houses every tw^elve to 
fifteen miles; to main- 
tain a grade which will 
not be too tiring, and 
to mark properly all 
official trails with white 
metal arrows lettered 
in green. 

This pathway now 
extends from Smug- 
glers' Notch to Camel's 
Hump. The trail from 
Smugglers' Notch north 
to Sterling Pond, Ma- 
donna Peak, Sterling 
Mountain and John- 
son has been worked 

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considerably but 
is still difficult 
climbing. From 
Camel's Hump 
south for fifteen 
miles the trail is 
in excellent con- 
dition, having 
been cut out by 
a club member 
and his friends 
who are summer 
visitors. 

Lincoln Moun- 
tain is ascended 
best by way of 
Bristol. North of 
Killing ton the 
trail is blazed 
over Carmel and 
on to Mt. Horrid. 
Several iVdiron- 
dack shelters af- 
ford camping fa- 
cilities between 
Killington and 
Horrid. At the 
present time it is advisable to tramp the trails in the 
proximity of the highest peaks and not to attempt any 
prolonged trips from one peak to another. 

The region about Breadloaf Inn is accessible by short 
trails to Silent Cliff, Pleiad Lake and to the summit of 
Breadloaf Mountain. Equinox and surrounding mountains 
may be climbed by trails from Manchester. Bennington 



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'And the latch string's out J or the casual guest" 



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has a very active section of the Chib and excellent trails 
lead into the mountains from many points. 

Jay Peak, the most northern of the Green Mountains, 
has a good trail to the summit and the country in this part 
of the state, as soon as it is well opened up, will prove a 
stronghold for followers of the gods of the hills. 

The work of the Green Mountain Club is valuable to 
the state for two reasons: First, it affords the people of 
Vermont and their friends from other states an opportunity 
to become intimately acquainted with the Silent Places; 
and, secondly, it aids substantially in decreasing the 
amount of damage caused by forest fires, as it provides an 
entrance for fire fighters and tools. The dues of the Club are 
one dollar a year which goes toward building the Long Trail. 

Persons contemplating trips by trail through the moun- 
tains should obtain detailed information by writing to 
the Corresponding Secretary of the Green Mountain Club, 
Roderic M. Olzendam, Proctor, Vt. 




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WESTMORE 

"The clouds are at play in the azure space" 



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DEER'S LEAP TEA llUl.SE 
"Unheeded let the newsboy call, 
Aside the ledger lay" 

Mountain Climbing 

From Jay Peak in the north to Mt. Anthony in the 
south and from INIansfield in the west to Ascutney in the 
east, Vermont is a veritable sea of hills and mountains 
rising tumultuously, wave upon wave. No other Eastern 
state can boast of such a formidable array extending, as 
they do, for 157^ miles, the entire length of the state. 
The mountains in the other Eastern states are clustered 
together in groups, while the Green IVIountains, like a 
great backbone extending from Massachusetts to Canada, 

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divide the state east and west geographically, but bind in 
spirit and purpose the people who live west of the moun- 
tains and those who dwell to the east. 

It has been said, with more or less truth, that if the 
hills and mountains of Vermont could be levelled, the area 
of the state would be larger than that of Texas. There 
was literally so nuich land that it had to be piled up in 
heaps to get it into the required area of 9,565 square 
miles. 

The Green Mountains, geologically speaking, are the 
second oldest in the United States, having made their 




SMUGGLERS' NOTCH 

"On and up, where Nature's heart 
Beats strong omid the hills" 



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"The noise of many waters" 



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appearance in the Ordovician age. Just when and how 
these mountains received their name is not accurately 
known. Perhaps some French navigator sailing over Lake 
Champlain looked eastward, and seeing the wall of moun- 
tains, then clothed with spruce and hemlock, gave to them 
the name Green Mountains. The name of Vermont, as 
is well known, comes from the French Verd-mont, mean- 
ing Green Mountain. 



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Mount Mansfield 

Mount Mansfield, the highest peak of the Green Moun- 
tains, resembles at a distance the profile of a human being 
with face upturned toward the heavens, '^supporting upon 
her ample bosom multitudes of her human children." It 
is doubtful if there are many mountains in America which 
offer such varied attractions as does this giant of the Green 
Mountains. The ''Chin," the highest point, raises its 
rocky summit 4,406 feet skyward, and the "Nose," with 
an altitude of 4,075 feet, offers splendid views. The awe- 
inspiring grandeur of Western peaks is lacking, but in its 
place there is a charm beyond description. Fertile farms 
spread out far below, little rivers winding in and out among 
the hills, forests stretching away mile after mile, and then 
to the west, Lake Champlain and the Adirondacks. 

"Smugglers' Notch, wild and rugged, lay sunk in the 
cold gloom of a winter's twilight", is Edward Martin 
Taber's description of the view of the Notch from Mans- 
field, in his fascinating book "Stowe Notes". To the 
north and south, mountains and hills interlace as far as 
the eye can reach. 

Mansfield itself is approximately five miles in length, 
extending from the "Forehead" to the "Adam's Apple", 

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MANSFIELD 

"r/ie hills, rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun" 

the entire mountain being over 4,000 feet in altitude. The 
University of Vermont owns most of the main summit^ 
that is, a strip three miles long and eighty rods in width. 
Just a few hundred feet below the ''Chin", almost 
straight down, is the Lake of the Clouds, a most pic- 
turesque little sheet of water fed by cool mountain springs 
and surrounded by a thick growth of dwarfed trees. 
Black bears use this little lake for a bathing pool and now 
and then, if one is up betimes, the l)ears may be seen 
performing their morning ablutions in this, the highest 
body of water in Vermont. On the eastern side of .the 
mountain, high above the forests of Smugglers' Notch, 
the Rock of Terror hanas balanced over a tremendous cliff. 



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The Cave of the Winds, also on the eastern slope, is a great 
cavern or cleft in the rock, with a depth of over a hundred 
feet. Mountain climbers must have ropes if they wish to 
reach the bottom which, even in midsummer, is covered with 
ice. Numerous rock formations resemble the human face. 

APPROACHES TO MOUNT MANSFIELD 

A carriage road from Stowe leads to the Summit House, 
a distance of ten 
miles. The hotel 
has accommoda- 
tions for seventy- 
five guests. Auto- 
mobiles occasion- 
ally make the 
ascent. Besides 
the carriage road 
there are three 
trails leading to 
the summit. 
From Underhill 
Center on the 
west there is the 
old trail which 
once boasted a 
half-way house. 

To ascend })y 
the Underhill 
trail, take the 
train from Burl- 
ington to Under- 
hill, then drive or 
walk over a beau- ^, williamstow.n 

^'For men may come and men may go, 
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tiful country road to the foot of the trail, a distance of five 
miles. 

To the peak by this trail is three miles. The second 
approach is through Smugglers' Notch. Take the Mount 
Mansfield Electric Railroad from Waterbury, or drive a 
distance of ten miles to Stowe, from whence it is seven 
and one-half miles to Smugglers' Notch Camp. Take the 
trail directly in front of the^ Camp to the Summit House, 
a distance of two and one-half miles. 

The third entrance is by way of the Long Trail from 
Lake Mansfield, a distance of nine miles. 

Each one of these approaches to Vermont's highest 
mountain possesses infinite attractions peculiarly its own 
and the mountain climber will not rest content until he 
has conquered Mansfield's rocky summit by each separate 
trail. 

The possibilities of this great mountain cannot be ex- 
hausted in many a day. 

" To climb the trackless mountain all unseen 
With the wild flock that never needs a fold; 
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean; 

This is not solitude; His but to hold 
Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores 
unrolled." 



SMUGGLERS' NOTCH 

Just north of the Great Stone Face of Mount Mansfield, 
cut deep into the very heart of the Green Mountains, lies 
Smugglers' Notch, one of Vermont's most wonderful Silent 
Places. Driving leisurely up from Stowe one enters the 
woods, having obtained splendid views eastward to the 
Hogback range and westward to the great wall of Mans- 

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field. Where the 
road divides, one 
way leading to the 
Summit House and 
the other, the road 
to the right, to 
Smugglers' Notch, 
the sight ahead of 
the great cliffs 
bathed in the after- 
noon sun is truly 
inspiring, approach- 
ing in grandeur the 
canons of the West. 
A short distance be- 
yond the last farm- 
house is a mountain 
road which turns off 
to the right down 
through the woods. 
A large white arrow 
of the (ireen Moun- 
tain Club at the 
junction of the 
roads tells in green 
letters, that this is 
the way to Bing- 
ham's Falls. Follow 
this road, preferably 
on foot, for one- 




SMUGGLERS' NOTCH 

"As some tall cliff that lifts its awjul form, 
Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the stor7n" 



fifth of a mile and the roar of the falls is clearly heard. 
The mountain climber finds himself on a rustic bridge 
looking down thirty feet into the Upper Falls. Smugglers' 
Notch brook plunges headlong more than eighty feet in a 



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very short distance. The action of the sand and water 
throuiih tli(^ years has gouged a fiunie out of the solid 
rock iu which the water has a varying depth of from ten 
to twenty feet, clear as crystal. PVrns and mosses adorn 
the sides, while overlianging trees shelter from above. 
Loolving up the Flume one sees a hole, j)erhaps two feet in 
diameter, through which water spurts as from a hydrant. 

In the rock just above this curious ()])ening is the clear- 
cut profile of an Indian looking down into the rapids with 
mist-splashed face, the Spirit of Bingham's Falls. From 
the lower side of the bridge one looks into the main Flume 
thirty feet l)elow, and beyond sees the mist as it rises from 
the Lower Flails. Cross the bridge, turn to the right and 
follow the trail nuirked "Lower Falls". Just a few steps 
and the main falls are before you. Thundering down 
over the rocks. Smugglers' Notch brook foams and fumes 
in a w()nd(M-ful rock })ool thirty feet in diameter, giving off 
rain})ow-colored mists, wliicli, rising, water the luxuriant 
ferns and undergrow'th that completely surround the falls. 
A more enchanting s])()t for nature-lover, mountain climber 
or angler is not to l)e found in eastern America. 

Returning to the road, continue upward towards the 
cliff's and here amidst grand scenic attractions is Barnes' 
(^amp, known to many people of many states. Trails 
radiate from this camp in all directions; to Sterling Lake, 
^ladonna Peak and Sterling Mountain, to the Sunnnit of 
jNIansfield and on upward through the Notch to Jeff'erson- 
ville. The camp is run at the present time by students 
from the University of Vermont and is proving each year 
more and more attractive to travellers in the Green 
Mountains. 

The view of A Fount Mansfield from the porch of the 
camp is one long to be remembered. The "Chin" towers 
three thousand feet above. Now and then a stray white 

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cloud floats lazily down the Notch and, wafted Ly the 
breezes which seem to draw through the great cut, it 
wreathes the summit as with a halo. Sometimes a heavy 
moisture-laden cloud comes sweeping up the western slope 
of the mountain, and, borne by the breezes which continu- 
ally play upon the summit, it envelopes the "Chin", 
sprinkles moisture over the forests, and passes on down 
to the valleys. 

Through the hottest day's of summer there is always 
a cool breeze in Smugglers' Notch. Climbing upward 
through the Notch the old spring house is reached. Here 
is a remarkable spring which pours two hun(h-ed gallons 




MANSFIELD 

'7*0 climb the trackless mourdains all unseen' 



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SMUGGLERS' NOTCH 

"Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, 
And make the hahhling gossip of the air cry out" 

of icy water per minute from the base of a thousand-foot 
cliff. On all sides the woods cling to the rocky cliffs with 
a dogged tenacity. As one goes higher the sides of the 
Notch draw closer and closer together. 

Giant boulders, dislodged by the action of the frost in 
years past, have crashed down through the forests from 
the jagged cliffs above, and have become forever motion- 
less in the depths of the Notch. 

Taber says of these rocks: ''They are moss-grown and 
plumed with ferns, birch saplings have sprung up on their 
sides. 

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Just as Elephant's Head guards the approach to Craw- 
ford Notch in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, 
so Elephant's Head looks out over Smugglers' Notch in 
the Green Mountains of Vermont. Standing opposite the 
great l)oulder, which came down from the cliffs in 1913, 
and looking ui)ward, the head and body of an elephant 
with a trunk a thousand feet in length can be distinguished 
easily. 

Standing in this vicinity in the spring of the year, one 
may see many waterfalls pour over the cliffs and, blown 
by the breezes, disappear in white mist. At the top of 
the Notch, two thousand feet above the sea, on the right, 
cut into the solid rock by the elements, is the profile of a 




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"7'Ae vales sirelching in pensive quietness between" 



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CAMEL'S HUMP 

"From every mountainside let freedom ring" 

man, and below him the form of a dog, the Guardians of 
the Notch. 

From thence, the road dips down toward Dead-Horse Hill 
and Jeffersonville. An eighth of a mile l)eyond the man and 
dog, a short distance from the road on the left, are Smugglers' 
Caves where snow has been found as late as August. 

A portion of Smugglers' Notch and the main bulk of 
Mount Mansfield are the property of the state, the play- 
ground of the people of Vermont and their friends from 
other states. Use and enjoy this wonderland; the state 
desires this region to be of the greatest possible service to 
the largest numl)er of persons. 

Wander into the Notch at will and after exi)loring all the 
nooks and corners, if adventurous, climb to the top of 

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Elephant's Head and obtain the marvelous views of the 
Notch and the towering peaks of Mansfield from this dizzy 
height. Here are hazardous climbs sufficiently perilous to 
satisfy the most daring mountain climber. Take the trail 
marked Sterling Lake and climb to an altitude approxi- 
mately of 2,800 feet, where lies the highest body of water 
of any considerable size in Vermont, having an area of 
thirty acres. From Sterling Lake the ' 'Long Trail ' ' leads 
to the summit of Madonna Peak, then on to the peak of 
Sterling, both lookouts offering wild panoramas of forests 
and mountain passes. The view of Mansfield from Sterling 
is one of the finest in the Green Mountains. 



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Lake Mansfield, eight miles from the village of Stowe by 
road, and on the Long Trail, is three-quarters of a mile 
in length covering an area of one hundred acres. Above 
the lake to the left, towers Bolton Mountain and to the 
right Mount Admiral Clark. A popular club house is 
maintained at the head of the lake from whence a number 
of short trails lead into the mountains. The most inter- 
esting of these takes one througli Nebraska Notch at the 
southern end of Mount Mansfield. Excellent trout fish- 
ing is enjoyed by members of the club and their guests. 
Lake Mansfield is one of the most beautiful lakes in Ver- 
mont and deserves a larger acquaintance among the people 
of the state and their summer guests. 

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^' My heart is where the hills fling up 

Green garlands to the day. 
'Tis where the blue lake brims her cup. 

The sparkling rivers play. 
My heart is on the mountain still 

Where'er my steps inay be. 
Vermont, oh Maiden of the hills. 

My heart is there with thee." 

GATEWAYS TO THE MANSFIELD-SMUGGLERS' NOTCH 

REGION 

This region offers accommodations for the most varying 
tastes. The mountain climber and nature lover who is 
looking for genuine camp life in the Green Mountains will 
be much pleased with Smugglers' Notch Camp where life 
is plain but wholesome. Several days at the Summit 
House on the top of the mountain will give opportunity 
to search out all the wonders of the mountain, to see the 
sun rise over the White Mountains and set in gorgeous 
splendor beyond Lake Champlain and the high, far peaks 
of the Adirondacks. For those who enjoy a combination 
of lake and mountain the Lake Mansfield Club House 
never is found wanting. There is also the "Green Moun- 
tain Inn" at Stowe, surrounded by mountains, ten miles 
from the summit of Mansfield. 

The Waterbury Inn at Waterbury is situated in the 
foothills of the moimtains and for those who prefer to keep 
more closely in touch with affairs and to (h'ive into the 
mountains in the morning, returning at nightfall, this Inn 
with its wide verandas and cavernous fireplaces will be 
found most satisfactory. 

On the western side of the range the Melendj^ House 
at Jeffersonville and Fair View Cottage at Underbill will 

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be found convenient for those ascending the Underhili 
trails or going eastward through the Notch. 

RAILROAD FACILITIES 

To Waterbury, take Central Vermont Railway to 
Waterbury. 

To Stowe, take Central Vermont to Waterbury, Mount 
Mansfield Electric Railroad to Stowe. 

To Lake Mansfield, take Central Vermont to Water- 
bury, Mount Mansfield Electric Railroad to Moscow, then 
drive six miles to Club House. 




KILLINGTON FROM PICO 

"The great hills rolled in silence to the deep" 



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To Underbill, take Burlington and Lamoille division of 
Central Vermont to Underbill. 

To Jefferson ville, take St. Jobnsbury and Lake Cbamplain 
division of Boston & Maine to Jeffersonville. 



Killington and Pico 

"As man may rise over troubles grave 

Triumphant in the right. 
So Killington looks fearless out 

Upon the storm and night.'' 

Killington, tbe second bigbest peak in Vermont, stands 
surrounded by a group of mountains — Pico, Little Killing- 




WINOOSKI RIVER FROM ETHAN ALLEN PARK 

"Sweeps with majestic curve the river away to the Eastward" 



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DEER'S LEAP 

"/ go to meet the winds of morn, 
Blown down the hill gaps, mountain-horn" 



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ton, Shrewsbury, Proctor, Saltasli and Mendon, each 
havini*' an altitude of over three thousand feet. Killington 
is the center of a wilderness, one of the wildest places in 
the state. There are three approaches to (his mountain, 
one by the ''Lon^' Trail" over Pico, one l)y the Rutland 
trail to the west, and one by the Woodstock trail to the 
east. The "Long Trail" to Killington starts at the top 
of the mountain where the stage road crosses from Wood- 
stoclv to Rutland. The path leads gradually up to the 
shoulder of Pico, then turns off to go around to the summit 
of Killington. A branch trail leads to the summit of Pico 
where a large wooden tower affords splendid vi(nvs of Killing- 
ton, Mendon, Ascutney, Rutland and the forests which 
clothe the range for many miles east and west. Here one 
is in the very centre of ^ ermont's Silent Places. Scarcely 
anj^thing save mountains and forests can be seen. In the 
dim distance Lake Chami)lain, a mere silver thread, with 
the Adirondacks piled in a jumbled mass, marks the 
boundary between Vermont and New York. 

Returning to the "Long Trail", contimie gradually up 
towards Killington, a distance of five miles. The trail 
leads into a clearing a few hundred feet from the peak 
where the remains of an old hotel are decaying rapidly. 

About the year 18()() a craze for hotels near mountain 
summits swept Vermont, and summit houses w^ere built 
on Mansfield, Killington and Camel's Hump. The only 
one which now affords entertainment is on jNlansfield. An 
icy spring bubbles refreshingly out of the earth just south 
of the old Killington Hotel. A few steps above the ruins 
is a clearing on the left. It was here in bygone daj^s that 
the fiddlers came in the evening and the guests of the 
Summit House danced on a wooden platform, cooled by 
the mountain breezes, with the stars for a canopy and 
rustic benches beneath the trees for rest at intermission. 



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The trail now becomes almost a stairway with rocks for 
stepping stones. Soon the rocky pinnacle is conquered 
and the view east, west, north and south more than repays 
for any discomforts endured by the climbers as they 
toiled upward. 

Rutland lies to the west, with its smoking mills and 
factories, its railroad 3'ards, Bird's Eye Mountain with its 
great cliff, and the Taconic range beyond, Lake Champlain 
a little to the right, and close by, Pico, like a gigantic 
cathedral dome. Directly north are mountains inter- 
lacing back and forth: — Carmel, Olympus, Lincoln, Bread- 




WINOOSKI RIVER, DUXBURY 

"Rivers of gold mist flowing doivn. 
From far celestial fountains" 



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loaf, Camel's Hump, Mansfield and Jay, all struggling to 
raise their jagged heads just a bit higher than their 
neighbors. 

To the south. Little Killington, Mendon, Saltash, ' 'The 
Top of Plymouth," Shrewsbury and in the dim distance, 
Equinox; to the east, the Sherburne Hills, the Pinnacle, 
Long Hill, and lonely Ascutney; and in the distance looms 
the Presidential range of the White Mountains. Numer- 
ous little ponds lie nestled among the mountains, looking 
as though tipped on edge in order that one may see their 
entire surfaces. It is doubtful if any more comprehensive 




BETHEL 

"Tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, 
Sermons in stones, and good in everything" 



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view may be obtained than from this mountain of Vermont, 
at least, for the man or woman who has not the time or 
inclination to go into far countries and to world-famous 
mountain regions. 

The second approach to Killington is over the Rutland 
trail, once a well-made carriage road leading to the hotel. 
This trail begins at the so-called Brewer place, about a 
mile east of the Woodstock-Rutland road, just above the 
village of Mendon. from which place it is five miles to the 
summit. 

The little village of West Bridgewater is the third gate- 
way to Killington. The trail starts in by the old saw-mill 
to the left just before the road crosses the Ottaquechee 
and turns up the Sherburne valley to Rutland. The trail 
comes up out of this valley rising a considerable distance 
within a few rods. Soon the last farmhouse is reached. 
From the front of the house the views towards Sherburne 
and the httle marble church and towards Plymouth and 
the caves are most satisfying. 

Turning to the left, the path leads out past the barn, 
through the meadow and up the cow path. After winding 
upwards for a little over a mile, the old logging road comes 
out into the Juggernaut. How this name ever found its 
way so many miles back into these mountains is a mystery 
and apparently no one seems to know its local origin, not 
even the good people who live in the valley l)elow. But 
the Juggernaut is here. The Sherburne Mountains look 
smaller now, for the elevation is nearing the 2,000-foot 
mark. The woods in this region shelter many deer, por- 
cupines and owls. The owls are easily deceived, for when 
one learns their call and gives it about dusk, they will come 
apparently from a long distance, to light in the trees nearby. 

From Juggernaut the trail leads up through a region 
which stands thick with second growth. The Sherburne 

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mountains now become mere hills, and, save for their 
rolling appearance are indistinguishable from the many 
mountains rising in serried ranks. Bear Mountain looms 
up close by on the right. Down in Wildcat Ravine, at 
the base of Bear Mountain, Fall's brook rushes noisily 
to join the Ottaquechee; a short distance practically on 
the level, and High Pole bridge is reached. This bridge 
was used by lumbermen for crossing the brook with their 
log teams, and is 
now completely 
in ruins save for 
a beam or two 
which still re- 
main in place. A 
spring of delici- 
ous, ice-cold 
water flows down 
over the rocks in- 
to the brook at 
the upper end of 
the bridge. From 
here the trail 
turns directly 
north and climbs 
the shoulder of 
Bear Mountain, 
Shrews b u r y ' s 
rounded summit 
towers up in the 
south and a little 
southeast is lone- 
ly Ascutney, with 
Brownsville rock 
easily visible 

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EAST CORINTH 

'For a man's house is his castle" 




MOST ANYWHERE IN VERMONT 



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through the glasses. This section of the trail is a popu- 
lar stamping ground for deer. Bears also are not infre- 
quent visitors in this vicinity and several have been shot 
near the trail. 

We are now climbing up on to the main ridge between 
Killington and Proctor Mountains. The air changes at 
once when the top of Proctor is reached and the breezes 
always blow cool from the north. The timber is heavy, 
while the ferns and other undergrowth are exceptionally 
large and of rare species. Soon the peak of Killington 
is plainly seen. After a few minutes' walk, comes the first 
rock climb. There are five of these steep pitches which 
add spice to the climb and give the effect of real mountain- 
eering. At each rise there is a level look-off and the view 
becomes broader and broader as each height is left behind. 
The rocks and roots of stunted timber afford natural steps 
to aid the climl)ers in their rather rapid ascent. The 
Ottaquechee valley can be seen winding among the hills 
for many miles. The climbers are now breathlessly anxious 
to reach the highest point and the stops are few until the 
rock-crowned peak is gained. A cry goes up from the 
leaders; they scramble over the rocks and stand triumphant 
upon the second highest mountain in Vermont, 4,241 feet 
above sea level. 

GATEAVAYS TO KILLINGTON 

Rutland, situated west of Killington, is a thrifty city, 
the second largest in the state, with several good hotels, 
including the Berwick and the Bard well. To reach the 
Long Trail to Killington from Rutland, drive to the Deer's 
Leap Cliff at the summit of the pass between Rutland and 
Woodstock and take the "Pico-Killington Trail" described 
elsewhere in this booklet under ' 'Killington. ' ' The trip to 



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the peak by this route requires a whole day. The sunuiiit 
of Pico and return can be made in half a day over a portion 
of the same trail. Deer's Leap Tea House is a most 
attractive place at which to take lunch. Camps have not 
yet been built in this section and, unless trampers go 
provided, it is best to come down out of the mountains 
before nightfall. For those who enjoy "roughing it," 
good camp sites will be found just below the peak where 
the hotel once stood. 

Woodstock, on the east, is fourteen miles by state road 
from West Bridgewater, which is the terminus for the 
Woodstock-Killington trail. The Woodstock Inn is a 
delightful place for headquarters if mountain climbers 
prefer to return to town at night. 

In the hills about Woodstock one finds records of many 
amusing and interesting incidents. Five miles west of 
Woodstock is Long Hill with an altitude of over two thous- 
and feet. Just east of the summit on a once well travelled 
road, there was a group of prosperous farms many years 
ago. In the clearing, sheltered by overhanging branches, 
is an ordinary field stone with a flat surface, perhaps six 
feet long and three feet high. Carved upon the face of 
this stone is the following inscription: 

In memory of Stephen P. Truesdale 
When such sad scenes the heart doth pain 
What eye from weeping can refrain 

Cupid Venus 

X 

The story is that Stephen was disappointed in love, and, 
because his fair lady spurned him, he laboriously carved 

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the above epitaph on his tomb-stone to be, and then com- 
mitted suicide. Surely romance and tragedy were present 
even in the earher days of Vermont. In the vicinity of 
this stone are the graves of two Revolutionary soldiers. 

Perhaps a mile distant there is the grave of a slave. It 
has been said often that slaves never were held in Vermont, 
but, nevertheless, the story goes that an old man once 
lived there in the shadow of Long Hill who owned a slave. 
This peculiar old man was exceedingly fond of swinging, 
in fact, he had to be swinging practically all the time or 
else he was not happy. It was the duty of the poor slave 
to see that his master was properly swung, and so, from 




MAN( HESTER 

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morning till night, the slave kept the swing in motion. 
One day, however, he failed to give the swing the proper 
push and in a fit of anger his master struck him over the 
head wath a cane and killed him. 

These are only two of the odd stories relating to the 
early life of the state. The region about Woodstock is 
not exceptional in this respect, and doubtless there are 
many similar traditions clustering about other towns. 

RAILROAD FACILITIES 

Rutland Railroad to Rutland from New York or Boston, 
then drive ten miles to Pico-Killington Trail or through 
Mendon village to turn-off marked Killington. 




'SNOWBOUND" 



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Boston & Maine, New York, New Haven & Hartford 
or Central Vermont to White River Junction. Wood- 
stock Railway to Woodstock, drive fourteen miles to West 
Bridgewater by excellent road, where Woodstock-Killington 
Trail begins. 

Camel's Hump 

Tradition declares that as some French explorer or 
soldier sailed up Lake Champlain and looked eastward 
toward the mountain range, he saw a towering peak com- 
manding the horizon, and suddenly exclaimed: "Le Lion 
CouchanV! From Lake Champlain this mountain, Camel's 
Hump, the third highest in the state, looks very nuich like 
a great crouching lion. 

Li many respects this is the most picturesque mountain 
in Vermont. It stands almost alone, for the mountains 
which surround it seemed dwarfed by its double summit, 
the highest peak of which rises 4.088 feet above sea level. 
The southern hump is the lower hy several hundred feet 
and is covered with trees. The northern hump is above 
the timber line and like all Vermont's highest mountains 
is a mass of solid rock. 

From the main peak there is a sheer rock cliff which 
drops off 500 feet to the forests below. The view of 
Lake Champlain from the Hump is the finest that can be 
obtained from the Green Mountains. All the hills seem 
to dip toward the lake and at sundown, when Champlain 
reflects the colors of parting day, each is touched with 
delicate hues, leaving the valleys sunk in deep black. 
The changing glories of a sunset over Lake Cham])lain 
never can be adequately pictured with pen or brush; 
they must be seen from the summit of this mountain to 
be fully appreciated. Bolton and Mansfield to the 

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north and Lincoln to the south are all bathed in a deep 
purple. When the last rays have died away an awesome 
stillness settles over the sleeping hills, Mansfield's mas- 
sive "Brow" fades into the darkness. Bolton Falls sends 
up a dull roar from the valley 3,000 feet below. Now and 
then a dog barks far awaj^ and then the tinkle of a cow- 
bell rises on the clear evening air. Soon the mists rise 
from the Winooski River covering the valley with a soft 
white blanket. As the darkness deepens, one is surprised 
to see lights flitting about in the valley below, now very 
brilliant and again dimmed. It does not take long to 
discover that these are the headlights of automobiles. It 
is interesting to trace the different roads by watching 
the course of the lights. One by one the villages pass 
into oblivion, to be distinguished again by myriads of 

twinkling lights, 
a veritable fairy- 
land. Gradually 
"the shadows 
lengthen and the 
evening comes, 
and the busy 
world is hush- 
ed, " and Ver- 
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guarded as in by- 
gone centuries 
by her everlast- 
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LAKE DUNMORE 

"'Tis where the blue lake briyns her cup" 

Champlain and the song "Champlain," to the strams of 
which every loyal son of the University rises, pictures the 
lake in all its moods. 

"Sing a song, a rich refrain^ 
And let echo swell the strain. 
To our lake, our loved Champlain, 
Lovely Lake Champlain. 

Mirrored Mountain's craggy crest, 
Waves before the storm-winds pressed. 
Cannot rob thy beauteous breast 
Of its charm, Champlain. 

E'en the sunset's golden glow 
Given back from Mansfield's brow 
Makes thy face still fairer now. 
Ever fair Champlain. 

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LAKE WILLOIGUBY 

300 feet above the lake 
^Far from the maddening croivd's ignoble strife" 



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When we think of college days, 
When we sing our college lays, 
We will not forget thy praise, 
Lovely Lake Champlain.^' 

Through the generosity of the late Joseph Battell of 
Middlebury the state of \ ermont owns the summit of 
Camel's Hump together with two thousand acres of forest 
and waste land while a large amount of forest and mountain 
land was bequeathed to Middlebury College. The State 
Department of Forestry has set out thousands of seed- 
lings on a portion of Mr. Battell's gift and is applying 
forestry principles to the entire tract. 

APPROACHES TO CAMEL'S HIMP 

The best and easiest ascent can be made by leaving 
the train at North Duxbury and driving up a charming 
mountain road for three miles to the foot of the trails. 
The "Old Trail" is two and one-half miles in length and 
is rather steep and rocky. The "New Trail," three miles 
in length, was built by the State Forestry Department. 
This is really the best trail to the sunnnit. Each route 
is well marked with arrows of the Green Mountain Club. 
A third trail, part of the Long Trail, leads from Bolton to 
the summit, six miles. The fourth is from the village of 
Huntington. 

The Camel's Hump Club of Waterbury maintains a 
camp at the summit in the saddle l)etween the two humps, 
where provisions may be purchased and blankets rented. 
The Vermont Forestry Department keeps a forest ranger 
on the mountain during the dry season. 

It is eight miles from the Waterbury Inn to the foot 
of the trails. There is also a little hotel in North Duxbury 
near the railroad station. 

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Mount Ascutney 

Separated from the main range of the Green Mountains, 
standing entirely alone, lifting its great bulk skyward 
3,114 feet, Ascutney Mountain dominates the country in 
the vicinity of Windsor. This was one of the phices 
visited by General Lafayette in 1835 when he made a tour 
of this country and there was a plan for the entertain- 
ment of the distinguished visitor which included a trip 
by carriage to the summit of x\scutney. Unfortunately, 
however, the trip had to be given up owing to unexpected 
delays. Thus early did the people of Windsor know the 




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"Patient, and waiting the soft breath of Spring" 



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attractions of their giant guardian. There are several 
trails to the summit, but bj^ the clearest and most travelled 
route the tramper goes out from the business section past 
the State Prison, the golf links and Crystal Lake, then 
through "the Narrows" and up Mill River to the foot 
of the mountain, where the "Windsor Trail" begins. 
There is a never failing spring half way up the mountain. 
On the summit there is a substantial stone house and a 
short distance away, on the Weathersfield side, is a good 
log house. 

The views from the summit are excellent because of the 
isolation of the mountain. The Killington range looms 

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large on the western horizon; the Connecticut River winds 
about among the hills; villages dot the valleys here and 
there, while to the eastward the Presidential range of 
the White Mountains dominates the scene. A visit to 
Windsor and its noble mountain will well repay any per- 
son who loves the dignity of an old New England village 
and the exhilaration to be derived from a climb to the 
dome of one of Vermont's most beloved mountains. 

Lincoln Mountain 

Bristol is the gateway to the Lincoln range. Several 
miles beyond the village the trail starts in by a farm house, 
whence it is a good three-hour tramp to the summit. Not 
many years ago the late Joseph Battell, of Middlebury, 
had a well equipped log cabin built near the summit, 
which was reached by a good carriage road. The view 
from Lincoln, 4,024 feet in height, the fourth highest peak 
in Vermont, is one of the most pleasing in all the Green 
Mountains. There is a charm quite peculiar to this moun- 
tain. It seems to have a personality all its own. Lake 
Champlain and the Adirondacks form the chief objects of 
admiration. Both north and south the Green Mountains 
rise, peak after peak. A day or two spent in the vicinity 
of Lincoln are likely to be recorded as red letter days in 
the diary of the mountain lover. 

Jay Peak 

Jay Peak, although exceedingly beautiful, never seems to 
have gained the reputation which it undeniably deserves. 
The views from this, the most northern peak of the Green 
Mountains, are very fine. Canada is close by. Nearly all 
of Lake Champlain can be seen. Its outlet, the Richelieu 

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River, may be traced to the St. Lawrence River. Lake 
Mempliremagog can be seen almost its entire length. The 
main range of the Green Mountains stretches away to 
the south, the White Mountains are visible, the sources of 
the Connecticut River may be seen, the highlands of 
Canada and Maine are within the range of vision, and 
several little lakes and ponds here and there add variety 
to the panorama. Jay Peak should be the Mecca of 
northern Vermont, for its attractions merit a wide acquaint- 
ance among the sturdy folk who live near the international 
boundarv line. The height of the mountain is 3,861 feet. 




LAKE WILLOUGHBY 

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sherulrm: 

"Oh mountains of my boyhood, I come again to yov!^ 

Winter in the Mountains 

Vermont affords many opportunities for winter moun- 
tain climbing on snow-shoes and skiis. From early fall 
until late spring the higher peaks are hooded with snow. 
Gradually, as winter begins, the snow creeps down the 
mountains into the valleys covering field and hill with its 
fealliery blanket. The snow often attains a depth on the 
higher mountains of twenty feet or more by early spring, 
and a day spent in tramping to the summit of one of 
the j)eaks to get the magnificcMit winter view is most 
exhilarating. There are countless chances for skiing, to- 

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bogganing, skating and sleighing all through the Green 
Mountains. 

The magic beauty of winter in Vermont is not yet widely 
known, but to one who is fond of the swish of the snow 
shoe, the whirr of the skiis, the plunge of the toboggan 
and the meny jingle of sleighbells, this state will be found 
a genuine "North Countrie. " 

Altitudes of Vermont's Highest Mountains 

Mansfield "Chin," 4,406 feet;— "Nose," 4,075. 

Killington, 4,241 feet. 

Camel's Hump, 4,088 feet. 

Lincoln, 4,024 feet. 

Pico, 3,967 feet. 

Jav, 3,861 feet. 

Breadloaf, 3,825 feet. 

Equinox, 3,816 feet. 

Ascutney, 3,114 feet. 

Anthony, 2.505 feet. 

The Forestry Association 

The Forestry Association of Vermont was organized in 
1904 for the preservation of the forests of the state, to 
interest the citizens in reforestation and in the proper 
handling of the timber tracts of the commonwealth. 
Sixty -four percent of the total area of Vermont is com- 
posed of forest and waste land, comprising an area of 
over three million acres. Since the organization of the 
association and through its efforts Vermont has a State 
Forester and his assistants, a State Nursery for forest 
seedlings at Burlington, and over twelve thousand acres 
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bj' the state. The interest in reforestation among Ver- 
monters is increasing rapidly and each year sees a larger 
number of trees set out. 

From this brief survey it is evident that the work of this 
association is supremely important, for upon the preser- 
vation of the forests now in existence and the provision of 
forests for future generations depends to a considerable 
degree the future well-being of Vermont. 

The annual dues of the Forestry Association are one 
dollar and all funds are used to attain the objects men- 
tioned above. 

Lakes 

The surface of Vermont is literally studded with lakes 
and ponds, numbering in all over three hundred. Some 
he surrounded by gently rolling hills, others are em- 
bosomed in the mountains, each having attractions suf- 
ficiently varied to satisfy the most divergent tastes. 
Fishing for trout, perch, bass, pout and pickerel is good 
in most of these lakes. Bathing and boating are enjoyed 
at all lake towns and several of the larger bodies of water 
boast yacht clubs with fleets of motor boats, yachts, 
sailing craft and canoes. 

Lake Champlain, 118 miles in length and twelve and 
one-eighth miles at its widest point, is well known; 
Lake Memphremagog, lying partly in Canada, marks 
the northern border; WilloughbA% an exquisite lake a few 
miles south of the international boundary line, is often 
compared with the Swiss lakes; Lake Morey, Lake 
Caspian, Lake Seymour, Lake St. Catherine, Lake Dun- 
more and Lake Bomoseen are among the larger lakes, 
while there are many more small lakes and ponds scat- 
tered over the entire state. 

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The Call of Vermont 

To you, toiling amid the stifling heat and racking din of 
some huge brick-canoned city; to you who labor in mills and 
factories, in great stores and shops; to you, weary in mind 
and body, this little book comes fresh from the cool green 
hills of old Vermont and bids you journey out of a 
man-made world, up into God's Unspoiled Land, ''Where 
the hills fling up green garlands to the day * * * 
where the blue lake brims her cup, the sparkling rivers 
play. * * * ' * Turn from the dreary drone of macadam roads 
and lift up your eyes to the eternal hills from whence 
cometh your help. Leave the gods of the valleys and 
worship the gods of the hills. The Silent Places of 
Vermont are calling to vou to come. Will vou answer? 




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To Vermonters Everywhere 

To yoii, sons and daughters of ^'e^nlollt, wheresoever 
you may be, this book comes as a reminder that for 
some time you liave not taken advantage of the Silent 
Places of your connnonwealth. Journey homeward, you 
who have wandered far away; join the old friends of long- 
lost childhood days and with them go out from their farms 
and shops, their (juarries and mills, and climbing to the 
summit of some friendly mountain where your young feet 
were wont to tread, view again that broad expanse of 
alluring country called the (ireen Mountain State. 

^' HOy all you Vermonters ahouL 
Co7ne Jiome, for the latch-string is out! 
Give the gods of the hills the old shout! 
VERMONT! 

"Red clover's in blossom, old chap! 
There's a sprig of the spruce for your cap! 
There's a little green strip on the map! 
VERMONT! 

"Oh, the bounds of her kingdom are strait, 
But the hearts of her people are great; 
All 02ir hearts for the stout little state! 

VERMONT!'' —Stafford 

You at home have been so diligent in your daily tasks, 
so true to the problems which are yours to solve, that 
perhaps you liave become indifferent to the matchless 
beauties of Nature with which the Almighty has sur- 
rounded you. Join j^our companions of bygone years and 
your new-found friends from other states, and going forth 
together you will gain inspiration and strength, courage 
and health, and a broader outlook through association 
with the Silent Places of vour native state. 




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